FORBIDDEN LOVE

CHAPTER 3

The next day, Collins pulled up to Anita's house, eager to start their picnic adventure. As they arrived at the serene spot near the stream, Anita's eyes widened in delight.

Collins had set up a cozy tent, and a basket overflowing with food, fruits, and drinks sat nearby.

As night fell, they huddled close to the crackling fire, lost in conversation, the gentle stream singing in the background

Collins reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, revealing a stunning necklace with a diamond pendant encrusted in ceramics.

Anita's eyes widened in surprise as she gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. She turned around, gathering her hair to one side, and Collins gently fastened the necklace around her neck.

The diamond sparkled in the firelight as Anita touched the pendant, a radiant smile still on her face.

As Anita turned to face Collins, a radiant smile illuminating her features, the atmosphere seemed to shift, and the sky responded with a gentle whisper of rain.

Soft droplets began to fall, casting a magical spell over the serene landscape, and the couple stood there, suspended in the tender moment, the world around them melting away.

Rain poured down around them, the moon casting an ethereal glow on their faces, its light dancing in the droplets on their skin.

Collins's eyes locked onto Anita's, his pupils dark with emotion. His hands trembled with a mix of nervousness and longing as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek.

Time seemed to slow as he leaned in, their lips inches apart, the world narrowing to the space between them.

As their lips touched, Anita's breath caught in her throat, the spark of intimacy igniting a flutter in her chest.

But beneath the tender moment, a bittersweet truth loomed – their time together was running out, with their relationship slated to end in just a few hours, a poignant contrast to the gentle kiss that seemed to promise so much more.

Anita cradled the back of Collins's head in her palm, gently drawing him nearer, and began to softly kiss his lips. Collins gradually took Anita into the tent and zipped it up.

Anita unzipped Collins’s fly, took out his shaft, and put it in her mouth. He tried to move, but it felt as if his body were tied down by invisible threads. He felt his shaft growing big and hard inside Anita’s mouth.

He saw Anita’s fake eyelashes and wet curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around him.

Just as he was about to reach his climax, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress him. She took off his pants, his shirt, his underwear, and made him lie down on the bed.

Her own clothes she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took Collins’s hand, and brought it under her dress; she was not putting on panties. His hand felt the warmth of her bloom.

It was deep, warm, and very wet. His middle and ring fingers were all but sucked inside. Anita moaned as Collins’s finger moved back and forth in her warm wet bloom.

He maintained his steady pace as she moaned uncontrollably louder as she reached her orgasm. She clutched his hand, feigning to push it out, yet her grip betrayed a desire to hold on.

She finally at a point pushed his hand out and mounted him and slipped his shaft inside her. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, the edges of her wet dress caressed his naked stomach and thighs.

With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, Anita riding on top him, looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night.

Collins grabbed her boob and gently caressed and squeezed them. At a point he supported himself with one of his hand as he leaned up to have a taste of her mammilla.

Anita’s bloom felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop him, to draw him in, and at the same time to press him out. Collins’s shaft grew larger and harder. He felt he was about to burst wide open.

With a steady hand, Collins flipped her over and gently forced his shaft into her bloom and initiated a gentle pounding motion, progressively augmenting the strength and vigor of his force until he was striking her with a maximum force.

Anita moaned vigorously as she felt the strength coming from Collins.

He once again put his mouth in her mammilla and sucked it very hard and profoundly which made Anita moan so loud saying she hasn’t had enough of him; she held his head so tight on her boob that Collins gasped for air.

His weight was on top of her but she didn’t feel it. She squeezed him with her thigh as she crossed her both legs across his waist. She watched his face as his sweat dropped onto her.

She was tired and sore but didn’t care; she didn’t want him to stop. She rotated him and his shaft got out and she put it back into her bloom. She felt it move deeper in her.

She became in charge and he liked it. She held his hands down and began a slow rotation of her hips on him again as she gradually inserted her tongue into his mouth. He licked it like it was sweet candy.

She let her mammilla touch his face and he went mad; he got up establishing kisses with her but she pushed him down. Collins flicked one of his fingers over her bum and she did the same to him.

Anita couldn’t believe she was the one handling Collins in such manner because she has not felt him like that for so long.

She did something and he did it back to her. Collins pushed her out and laid her on the bed with her stomach and forced more of him into her from behind.

He pounded her gracefully that she screamed as she squirted immensely on the bed. She sucked him. He licked her. There was no end to it, no end to the new things. He did something, she copied him.

The intimacy lasted for minutes; Collins finally reached his climax and gently came down from Anita and after a while, he slept off.

Anita nestled against Collins, her head resting on the curve of his chest with her hand caressing Collins’s shaft, as she whispered softly to herself saying, “I wish I can always have him in me, all the time”.

Around 3 a.m., Collins lay partially awake, holding Anita tight in sleep. The sound of a snapping twig and eerie footsteps pierced the silence.

Collins' grip on Anita instinctively tightened as he opened his eyes. He carefully extricated himself from the bed, not wanting to disturb her.

He peered through a gap in the tent and saw a figure emerged from the shadows and flashes of light approaching. Fear gripped him, and he quickly sat up.

Anita woke to Collins' sudden movement and asked, "What's wrong?" Collins' voice was low and urgent as he replied, "I hear footsteps. Something's coming."

Collins asked Anita where their phones were so they could call for help, but Anita's fear-addled mind went blank, and she couldn't remember where she'd put them.

She kept searching for it but Collins told her to forget about it and put some clothes on, she grabbed some cloths and put on as Collins quickly pulled on his pants.

As Anita turned to grab her shoes, Collins unzipped the tent. A loud gunshot shattered the night air, and Collins crumpled backward, falling face-down onto the ground inside the tent.